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"Our father was the ally of many. The affairs of the past litter the future like scars upon skin," he all but growled out, upset at the whole idea of this system. His father bending to its will only distressed him more. How long until they would all be sold off like cattle to families he owed allegiance to?

"I doubt that old lion will give half a second to anything that comes from my mouth," he replied with a shake of his head. Tywin Lannister was as stubborn as their father, it was what made the two of them dangerous together. Still the idea of Loras marrying Cersei Lannister was enough to make his skin crawl. "I am sorry, brother, I''ll do my best, think of something...I do not want such unhappiness for you. Already I can see it on Margaery's face, though she is at least gaining something from this charade of love and devotion."

Loras grins, pouncing on Garlan. "Brother!"

Garlan let out an ‘oof’ as his younger brother threw his body at him. He only just managed to stay upright and chuckled lowly. “Well hello to you too, Loras.”

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He turned sharply as Dany came up. It was clear his mind was clouded, his brow furrowed slightly. However, upon seeing her, his body seemed to relax and he let out a soft sigh.

"Right, yes, wedding arrangements..." He seemed to tick it off on an ever growing list in his mind. "What did you have in mind?"

Daenerys smiled as she caught up to Garlan. “There you are, I admit I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” she said. “Now you may not be in the mood to talk about the wedding, but… do you have time to talk about the wedding?”

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He hadn't recognized the young woman, yet he couldn't help but wonder how that was. She was gorgeous with long blonde hair, a soft smile upon her full lips. The last thing on Garlan's mind were his bumps and bruises when she spoke and he was quite interested in hearing her speak as long as he could.

"Brave is quite a term and I'm afraid it is one that does not fit me. I am no more brave than foolish. I suppose it is more a sense of honor than anything else. Wars must be fought and why not by me?" he replied before bowing slightly. "But thank you. Praise from a pretty stranger is never turned down. I am Garlan Tyrell, a lord of Highgarden."

Amalia sat at the edge of town like she had the past few nights, awaiting the return of the soldiers. Yet each evening she found herself disappointed as they never peeked over the hills.

The young blonde decided that perhaps they would never be late, that their battle had been brutally lost. As she turned her back to leave, she glanced over her shoulder one last time. There they came up over. Trailing behind each other up into town; and soon she found herself running through back alleys to meet up with them. The handsomest of the men stood proudly, just off his horse.

Greeting him with a smile, Amalia stood as tall as she could.

"A brave soldier deserves some sort of praise, does he not?"

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He chuckled, shaking his head. "Of course you can, I simply assumed my father had already bored you to death with his proposals of politics and talk of allies or enemies..." he teased, walking over to her.

Taking her hand, he brought it up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss upon it. True to his nature, he hadn't wanted to force himself upon her like some oaf, especially when they were still feeling out the idea of their betrothal. Though Garlan had to admit, the feeling of seeing her here today, waiting for his return, it felt better than he thought it would have with any other girl around Highgarden. Again, Dany outshone them all somehow. "Well I'm back without too much damage...I can only hope future battles remain in our favor, especially with all those enemies you mentioned before." His last comment was teasing, though a twinge of truth hid inside. He would have preferred future battles to have ran as smooth as the one today. Men had been sacrificed nobly and the battle had been won with many a man still standing.

"He’s returned, your Grace."

Oddly enough Daenerys’ heart soared at the news. She gathered her dark blue skirts in her hand and ran through the halls of Highgarden. Her hair trailing behind her like a banner all it’s own, flashing silver once she ran outside into the sun. 

A bright smile on her face, he was dirty, and he didn’t appear to be hurt, she dropped her skirts waiting for him to turn around. Her own smile was wide, but her eyes were soft. I’m so glad you came back safe, happier than perhaps I should be. 

"I cannot be excited that my betrothed has returned safe and sound?"

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Garlan was stunned, though that may have been an understatement. To be honest, he truly had begun to believe that Erosia had been no more than a figment of his imagination. No one saw her enter or leave Highgarden that night and she hadn't been seen around since. It was easiest to think he had imagined the beautiful woman with her dark eyes and sharp smile. Still, here she stood in front of him, as real as he remembered and it was all together stunning. Of course, he managed to keep such shock off his face.

Instead, he chuckled at her words, remembering that night of mead and truths and flirtation. "What can I say, I know how to hold my drink..." he replied, not commenting on how it had been quite a struggle. However his body had refused to lose to such a smaller woman. He had passed out soon after she left, his body simply giving into it all. "But you, I do believe, deserve much more praise. I've never known a woman to withstand such torture."

Garlan stepped forward until he stood right in front of her. His hand brushed softly across the slice on her cheek that mirrored his own. She would need to get her own injuries checked out; he couldn't help but selfishly wonder if she would stay to recuperate, though he highly doubted it.

"What are you doing here....?" he finally asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He had no idea she would be anywhere near here and yet like a guardian angel she had turned up to help in the battle. What had she known that he didn't?

Landbound

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"I suppose we've had our...differences," he commented, biting back a smirk. No, the Martells had never much been fond of the Tyrell's nor vice versa. It didn't help that both were run by stubborn old men set in their ways. Still, no one seemed to voice these popular opinions with them so it had simply remained the same. "Well then I cannot wait to see what sort of collection I might harbor. Who knows, with how fickle this court is perhaps they'll all be allies in a few months."

"Hmm, a favor, yes, of course..." He searched his person until finally remembering a golden scarf that had been tucked into his tunic pocket as a dressing. He pulled the small kerchief from its place, a gold rose embroidered on it, and took her wrist. He tied it around softly as they walked, smirking at her comment about teaching him to ride.

"And you would not rather teach me yourself, my lady...?" His tone was coy and he merely glanced at her, his eyes sparkling slightly. She kept him on his toes, something that must be admired in a court of stiff upper lips and straightened posture.

"From what I understand Martells aren’t the biggest fans of Tyrells anyways." she joked. She glanced over at him, a smile touching the edges of her lips. "Oh I imagine being married to me will earn you plenty of enemies. I’ve had them all my life." she said, "If you want impressive try making enemies before you are born." 

"You can give me a favor to wear." she said playing right back, as if this were an actual courtship rather than an arranged marriage. Daenerys laughed delighted. Yes, she could have a worse husband indeed. Perhaps in time we will grow to love one another.  Her eyes traced his face, wondering if she could love him. Wondering if he were brave enough to love her. “Then it is a very good thing I don’t intend to leave you to ride by yourself. But if you’re worried, my handmaiden Irri can teach you how to ride.” 

On second thought perhaps she should keep Irri away from Garlan. She didn’t need the young girl to take a liking to him. 

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He had always meant to ask her of her travels; she referenced them a lot and Garlan had come to the conclusion she was unlike any Westeros woman he had met. He only wondered about her life before all of this. Tarene had become an enigma to him, a reason he enjoyed having her around, as who didn't enjoy a good mystery?

"I thought the same of you. Most people here at court bore me to tears and yet you always manage to bring me back to life," he replied with a small smile, wandering around the familiar gardens with her. He knew these like the back of his hand. "I do hope you kept yourself entertained enough in my absence."

Hello my lord. Glad to hear you are back.

"A minor absence thanks to my dear father. I trust Highgarden hasn’t missed me too much…"

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Garlan watched as they rode back into Highgarden. His men had returned home; some were bloody and bruised, others had been lost to the Gods, but they had won their battle.

He wasn't expecting fanfare. His younger siblings had all but vanished in their own lives at King's Landing, Willas was busy with their father, his parents had been swept up in the court of Highgarden. There were no trumpets for the prodigal son. He swung his leg down off the horse,wiping ash and dried blood from his face. His armor was as dirty as he was but he wore it proudly.

At the sound of footsteps he turned, eyebrows raised.

"To what do I owe the pleasure...?"

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"Tywin Lannister?! And what one of our family members isn't enough for him and his lions?" Garlan was close to rage. His jaw had clenched, his fingers constricting into tight, white-knuckled balls in his palm. It was ridiculous. He felt as though he'd stepped into a circus.

"What has the old lion have to gain from you marrying her, hmm? He already has been assured as our ally in Margaery and Joffrey!" Garlan had all but begun to pace and it wasn't until he nearly did that he noticed how uncomfortable Loras seemed. He let out a low sigh and placed a hand upon his brother's shoulder. "I am sorry, Loras...I hadn't meant to become so worked up but I-I want you to be happy. I know this marriage won't bring you that...there must be something we can do."

Loras grins, pouncing on Garlan. "Brother!"

Garlan let out an ‘oof’ as his younger brother threw his body at him. He only just managed to stay upright and chuckled lowly. “Well hello to you too, Loras.”

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"I see I've made new enemies already and I haven't even left this desk. I think that's impressive..." he teased, walking on with her. He liked the way her eyes lit up when they spoke. She looked so young, so much lighter than the queen with an army. Garlan enjoyed seeing her like this.

He gaped jokingly at her a moment before chuckling, playing up his gratefulness as though he was a swooning lady of court. "My Lady, how can I ever repay you for taking pity upon such a poor thing such as myself?" Garlan had no doubt her skills were truly better; he knew how to fight on a horse, she knew how to live on one. Still, the banter was increasing between them and despite his annoyance at his father's tampering, he'd quickly grown alright with the idea of marriage. He had often thought it should have been for love but friendship was just as good it seemed. "Seven hells, I might just fall off if you aren't around to keep me riding properly!"

"I’m not concerned about making your father happy." she told him honestly, she laughed lightly, "The Martells won’t be pleased no, and rumor has it Euron Greyjoy wishes to wed me." she said with a soft smile, her hand squeezed his own, as her soft violet eyes danced playfully. "But I am okay with disappointing the both of them." she said. She kept her hand in his. 

"It wouldn’t hurt." she said with a laugh as she walked with him. "I should warn you I am a very good rider." she said as she glanced over to him, "But I shall try to makes sure that you can keep up." she teased. It came easily, mostly she just wanted to coax a smile out of him. If they were to be man and wife they would need to be partners. Oddly enough, she was sure she could be his partner, and was glad to have him as hers. 

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"Well certainly not with that lack of sincerity. I do believe you're poking fun at me," he replied, a smile of his own playing at his lips. "I could have you sent to the stocks for that, you know..."

After a moment he chuckled, smiling fully at her. "It's good to see you, Tarene. Perhaps you'd do me the honor of taking a walk...since you missed me so much."

Hello my lord. Glad to hear you are back.

"A minor absence thanks to my dear father. I trust Highgarden hasn’t missed me too much…"

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Her hands were small in his own; his seemed to engulf hers. Still, they were warm and soft. Despite her hardships her hands still spoke of a girl born in wealth, someone who didn't work fields or anything like that. He lightly squeezed her hand in his grasp.

"My father will be pleased...but above all, I'll be an extremely lucky man.I'm sure your suitors will be disappointed," he said with a smile. When she suggested the ride, he stood slowly. "I could stand to get away from these papers for a while. Like you said, I suppose we ought to know one another a bit before we bind ourselves together for our lives..." It was strange how easy it was to be casual about this with her; there was no pressure, no stress.

"I believe we are frustrated at the same person then." she said with a soft smile. She wouldn’t insult his father, if he wed her, the man would be her father as well so it wouldn’t do to insult him. Yet still it didn’t hurt to be cautious with the man. 

A smile touched her lips, she reached over slipping her hand lightly into his. The first skin to skin contact that she had ever truly had with him. Her violet eyes touched his, “I stopped having expectations about marriage a long time go.” she told him. “You are a good man Garlan, I would be the honored one to have you as a husband.” she said with a soft smile. 

"Alright, now that is settled, I will formally except the betrothal tomorrow. Would you perhaps like to join me for a ride?" she asked him with a soft smile. "If we are to be wed we should get to know one another." 

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"Yes, I'd heard that somewhere down the line," he said with a slight wince. Garlan never had a bad word to say about someone, even those who deserved it; however, it didn't stop the occasional look from slipping out that displayed his true feelings.

His brow furrowed as Loras seemed to stumble over his words until he finally spit it out. His baby brother was marrying Cersei Lannister. His heart seemed to miss a beat and his eyes widened.

"You...you're marrying who?"

Loras grins, pouncing on Garlan. "Brother!"

Garlan let out an ‘oof’ as his younger brother threw his body at him. He only just managed to stay upright and chuckled lowly. “Well hello to you too, Loras.”

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" It is good to see you back, brother. "

"Good to be back," he said with a grin. "I trust father hasn’t driven you too insane in my absence?"

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"Trust me, if I could give you back your title, I gladly would. You are more than welcome to take my business," he teased, prodding him in the side lightly. "And as per usual, father has had me running about like a chicken with my head cut off as though I don't realize he's passive aggressively punishing me for whatever plight I've put him through now. And what are you doing here, hmm? I thought you were far gone from here now? Life elsewhere and all that!"

Loras grins, pouncing on Garlan. "Brother!"

Garlan let out an ‘oof’ as his younger brother threw his body at him. He only just managed to stay upright and chuckled lowly. “Well hello to you too, Loras.”